User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3135907-20110808202956

Krind pants also and begins circling the weasel. Fengir chuckles and winks at Scranid, then takes up a conversation with the fox, sometimes making comments having to do with Krind. "Aharr, Chief, this idiot magpie is botherin' me. Should I even bother killin' 'im? Nah, too stupid t'die I'll reckin. So wot do we do with th' fool? We gives 'im back to 'is master, right?" Scranid takes up the ruse and begins chatting also. The fox turns out to be a master of insults. "Aye, but what should we do with his master and that pompous, raggedy, cross-eyed befeathered duck friend of ours there, eh eh?" He motions to Bazir. "He seems a bit too fat to fly, maybe we should end his obese misery, shoot 'im fulla arrers, eh. An' who's this dirty, dusteating featherbag to our right on the limb?" Strongwing's eyes blaze at the insult. He turns to Bazir and Wroc. "I am sorry for my warriors' conduct. Krind is...the impatient type."